Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST

3605 E. Mary Jane Drive, Midland, Michigan, USA

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Brett Mitchell, singer / songwriter, is notonly one of the most talented fresh writers to come out of Michigan but acharismatic frontman, touring heavily w/ his back up band, the giant GHOST.Brett's voice is addictive the live show is a rockin' must-see with Brett singing lead from thedrums and/or acoustic guitar and sometimes at the same time.

What's the fuss? Brett Mitchell is one of Michigan's best drummers. He can be a maniac on drums but if that wasn't enough, he sings lead from them. On top of that he might be found playing guitar and harmonica at the same time...while playing the drums and singing. The live show is mesmerizing. Brett's voice is just so appealing that you can't take your eyes or ears off of him. Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST is exploding the Midwest wide open.

Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST won Best Rock Band and Best CD Release from Review Magazine!!! Read about it here: http://www.newreviewsite.com/articles/Best-Rock-Band--amp--Best-CD-Release-of-2011--Brett-Mitchell--amp--the-Giant-Ghost-nbsp-/696

You Could Be My Hat and I Saw You In MY MInd from Falling Apart At The Seams were selected to be included on the Traverse City Film Festival's compilation cd.

Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST invited to play the International Pop Overthrow festival at Paycheck's in Hamtramck.

About Brett's album, Falling Apart At The Seams released 1-1-11: "As the new millennium's version of Marshall Crenshaw, Midland's Brett Mitchell continues his tuneful march into pop-rock glory, (with) his catchy, smartly constructed songs and gorgeous guitar work just aching to be played on a car stereo with the windows open on a sunny summer day." Grand Rapids Press Music Critic John Sinkevics

Latest review by Steve Ferra on http://www.absolutepowerpop.blogspot.com: Mitchell's third album is a great leap forward from his still-fine previous work, buoyed by help from fellow Michigander Andy Reed (a name that should be familiar). This is first-rate singer-songwriter power pop, from the rollicking title track to the insanely catchy "I Used to Think of Her" to the rocking "Dead End Lover" to the clever "You Could Be My Hat".

New Disease from the album Small House is one of the top 100 finalists (#38) in the Universal Pictures' "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" contest,. Check it out here: http://www.myxer.com/theme/IndieRockvstheWorld/

Brett was selected to join the performing singer/songwriters on the Bluebird Cafe tent stage at The Country Throwdown Tour in Cleveland, OH. www.countrythrowdown.com

Born Too Late, the video, was selected for the Chicago International Movies and Music Fest www.CIMM.org.

SPIN Magazine featured "Neighbors" from Small House on SPINearth.tv by Ian Kesseler: Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST Hometown: Midland, Michigan Despite an apocalyptic lyrical theme, (Its the end of the world/ Its the end of the world/ And theres nothing left to burn/ Which way will you turn?), Neighbors isnt as bleak as it is catchy. The toe-tapping acoustics are lovely and fit well, but the vocals play the biggest role. Like a mellow, more folksy Bad Religion, Mitchells well thought out words clearly convey his dedication to singing/songwriting. It wont cheer you up on a rainy day, but listen to it a few times and youll probably be humming the chorus until, well um, the end of the world. Watch for Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST on tour in the Michigan area as well as a new full length this year.

Latest review of Small House by Pete Karoly: "Brett Mitchell poses an interesting question on the opening cut of his album Small House. In a song titled "Born Too Late," he laments the fact that he was not there along with the others at Sun Studios when this thing called rock and roll was launched in earnest. "I could have been Elvis," he says. My question to him is, Presley or Costello, because I think you could be either or both.

Mitchell is a talent out of Midland and I would go so far as to say a formidable talent. The buzz on the web is that "Born Too Late" is in the running for some sort of award, but I think that could be said for just about all of the cuts on this album. There is no disputing that he opens with a winner, but Mitchell goes through a variety of self-penned songs that more than hold their own both musically and lyrically.

Stereo - Album {Stereo}

If you can’t rely on loveThen where do you goIt’s a lonely place to be inWhen your friends have all gone awayGone away, away

There’s a place that I knowWhere I used to goBut now it’s justAnother damn drug store, just another damn drugstoreBut I won’t take it anymore, I won’t take it anymore

*CHORUS*Why can’t I be a rock & roll starPlayin’ across AmericaRacin’ up the charts, breakin’ a few heartsJust you wait and see, you’ll be listeningTo me on your stereoWishin’ you could be on the road with meDon’t ya baby, don’t ya baby

Weeds grow in the cracksWith dandelions and antsThis place is nothing but broken up cement and rainAnd rain, and rain(Something to take the pain)

It’s always been a dream of mineTo play coast to coastAnd play all the songs that no one cares about anywayOh, anywayBut all that fades today, ‘cuz I’m on my way

*CHORUS*

Please don’t stop loving meJust because I’m weakMy tongue is twisted with words I cannot speakOh with words I cannot speakWell I haven’t been to church in weeksI haven’t been to church in weeks

Why can’t I be a rock & roll starPlayin’ across AmericaRacin’ up the charts, breakin’ a few heartsIf I could finally be away from everythingYou could send your love to meSailin’ across the sea, wishin’ you could beSomewhere close to me Somewhere close to me

Born Too Late - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I could have been greatBut I was born too lateNow I’ll never know just what could have been Or what should have beenNow listenI could have been ElvisThey say I got good looksBut you see now none of that mattersIf you ain’t got any good hooksLike this oneI was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been greatI was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been great

Yea, I could have been Johnny CashYea, I can sing real lowI sure as hell can get real drunk and Show up late to all of my shows.

I could have been John LennonYea, I’d give peace a chanceI’d make amends with Paul and tellYoko, no, not to sing with the band

I was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been greatI was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been greatYea, I was born too lateBorn too lateBorn too late Now I’ll just wait I’ll just waitNow I’m just sitting here in my living roomWorrying about the times aheadBut you see now it gets harder and harderJust to know what to say nextSo here’s to all you musicians And to those shaking your fists at meI’m going to keep on singing and playingFrom now to the end of historyI was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been greatI was born too lateI was born too lateI could have been greatYea, I was born too lateBorn too lateBorn too lateNow I’ll just waitI’ll just wait

Night Glasses - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Closer to a day gone by,Fewer than a lot seems alright…I’ll take it in stride…Even if day means night

I need…Night glassesI need…Night glasses

Further from what is right,And 20/20 isn’t hindsightI’ll take it in stride…Even if day means night

I need…Night glassesI need…Night glasses

When the sun goes down,And no one seems to be around…I take it in stride…Even if day is night

I need…Night glasses (4x)

Neighbors - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Haven’t you heard?It’s the end of the worldThere’s nobody left,To lay your soul to rest

The sky’s upside downFire’s burning undergroundWhich way will you turn,When there’s nothing left to burn?

---------CHORUS-----------It’s the end of the worldIt’s the end of the worldAnd there’s nothing left to burnWhich way will you turn?When there’s nothing left to burn?

There’s no refugees,As the blood fills the streetsNo one can escape,The hell you create

What would God sayAbout the killing in his name,Do you really think you haveA place in the promised land?

-----------CHORUS------------ (repeat twice)

Last Chance - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

This is your last chance To do the things that you’ve wanted to doBut you can’t And you won’t And you really shouldn’t 'cause it really doesn’t matter All you think you areAnd all you think you’re missing outIsn’t really happening anyway'cause it’s just another day…It’s just another day, it’s just another day,It’s just another day, it’s just another day

Chorus:All the things you areAnd all you want to be,Isn’t easily conceived In today’s societyAnd everybody needs a little companySo it’s alright if you wanna stay with me tonightAnd I’ll even leave on the light.

Why do I feel like I’ve missed my chanceTo do all the things that I’ve wanted to do for yearsAnd it doesn’t bother me that all the leaves are goneIt’s just the fact that winter takes too long

Chorus

This is your last chance, it’s just another day…(4x)

Friend - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

The weight on your back is the weight of your handPushing down what’s really that of a manWho needs a friendWho needs a friend.Who needs a friend.Who needs a friend.

And I know it’s easier said than doneAnd you’ve heard it from everyoneBut a friend can shine on you More than the rays of the sunMore than the rays of the sunMore than the rays of the sun

Talk to me Let me beA helping hand in a time of need soLet me beLet me be a friend to you (8x)

The hardest thing in the world to doIs to find someone who sees in youThe very thing you want them toThe very thing you want them toThe very thing you want them toThe very thing you want them to

And I know you feel like giving upBut there’s something bigger than the both of usSaying in a friend we trustIn a friend we trustIn a friend we trustIn a friend we trust

Talk to me Let me beA helping hand in a time of need soLet me beLet me be a friend to you (8x)

New Disease - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I can’t say anything,Without you complainingAnd the worst part is,You don’t even see,What you do…To me

You’re my New DiseaseLike a cancer I just can’t defeatSo I’ll take my pillsUntil it kills…My New Disease

The side effects from you,Are some that they don’t include,On the side of the bottle,Where it says, “take with food”

You’re my New DiseaseLike a cancer I just can’t defeatSo I’ll take my pills,Until it kills…my New Disease (quiet) you’re my new disease…You’re my new disease, like a cancer I just can’t defeatSo I’ll just take my pills until it kills, my new diseaseYou’re my new disease, like a cancer I just can’t defeatSo I’ll take my pills until it kills, my new disease You’re my new disease, you’re my new you’re my new disease

Hypocrite - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Every word you say is just a line, From some book you read,Or some movie that you sawIt’s all locked inside your head.It’s all locked inside you head.

Who are you to say What is wrong and what is rightWhile you sit aroundGetting messed up every night?Oh you said you’d never end up…Doing itThe glass of wine you said you’d never…Take a sip of it.Now you have become…The HypocriteYou are…the HypocriteYou are…the Hypocrite

How long will you bite the hand,That feeds you the lies, Which you reprimand?You know you don’t fool anyone.You know you don’t fool anyone.

----------Chorus------------------You are the hypocrite. (4x)

Consider Me Gone - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I can’t say it anymore‘cuz it’s already been saidToo many times beforeI’m not fightin’ this warAnd the letter’s been readI know it by heartFrom end to the startI’ve ripped it apartSo consider me goneBy the end of this songYou can come along If you wantBut it’d be better if you stayedYeah I think it’s better That way…

Well you’ve made all your plansBut see what you don’t understandIs that a man like me needs to beIn a constant state of uncertaintyYeah I know it doesn’t make that much sense to me…either

and I’ve messed it all upand drank straight from the cupof temptation that’s been steepedin lies and deceitwell maybe I’m wrong by staying this long,but at least I can mention youin one of my songs…yeah I’dlike to right my wrongsI’d put things back where it belongs!

Well consider me goneYeah consider me goneYeah consider me goneBy the end of this song (repeat)

…I’m gone

Don't Worry About Me - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I must have missed you by a momentThe sun was coming up,In the bottom of my coffee cupWell I don’t sleep muchJust a wink or twoAnd I’m gettin’ kind of used to solitude

Distance makes the heart fonderOr so I’m told,But I found that all which glitters really isn’t goldSo if good things come to those who wait,Then mine should probably beSomething really great

-----------CHORUS-----------

(repeat first verse)

-----------CHORUS------------(2x)

Sun is Leaving - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I woke up today and I thought about the year that passedAnd how the summer went by much too fastAs I sit and watch the trees turning redOh I remember what that reggae song saidIt said everything’s gonna be alrightSo just hold on ‘til the end of the nightAnd the next day, you can start all over again‘Cuz my life has changed, and I’m moving onBut yet I sit here and sing that same old songSame old song

*CHORUS*The sun is leaving againAnd I’ll be leaving tooThe leaves are falling downAnd the wind is howling at the moonAnd I’ll be coming soon

As I pick up my things and I head on down the roadOh I realize there’s no place to goI see the sun hiding out behind the cloudsAnd the cold hearted rain comes pouring downI feel the cold steering wheel in my gripAnd I can hear the sound of the water dripAnd I try to tell myself, it’ll be alrightThe wind’s blowing cold and I’m going home‘Cuz I can’t stand to see the leaves fall aloneFall alone

*CHORUS*

*BRIDGE*I can smell the rain comingAnd I don’t know when I’ll see you againMy bones are cold as iceAnd so is the sun, so I’ll say my goodbyesMy goodbyes

*CHORUS*

I’ll be coming soon…

Small House - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I sit here in this small houseI never thought that I’d move outIt might seem like I may be confinedBut sometimes feelings are just a state of mindSo now that I’m all aloneIt’s time for me to make a home…

In this small house,I can let it all outFor once in my life,Everything seems rightI’ll come and goI’ll be in and outOf this…small…houseIn this small house, in this small house

I sit here in this small houseI bet you never thought that I’d move outNow it might seem like I have lost my mindBut sometimes feelings are just a matter of timeSo now that I’m all aloneIt’s time for me to make a home…

ChorusIn this small house, in this small houseIn this small house, in this small house

Head in the Clouds - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I will not be tied down,Got my head in the clouds…for all the times I’ve tried to myself…To hold on…when all I do is continue to play the same damn song

Head in the cloudsHead in the clouds

I will not let you go,Just so I hope you know…and maybe you & me are just afraid to be…Alone…at least that’s one thing you & me can seeand be shown

Head in the cloudsHead in the clouds

So I guess I’ll stay here,Maybe just for a year…for all the times I’ve tried to tell myself…To get away…when all I do is continue to make the samedamn mistakes

Head in the cloudsHead in the clouds …I will not be tied down

Blue Sky - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Under the blue sky, I can’t see whyYou love me

I try my best, weed out the restTo show you

But I find it hard to play the right cardAnd win this game

And I won’t forgetThe days I spent with youAnd I don’t regretThe things I did for you

I know I’ve been wrong, but it won’t take longTo change my ways

‘Cuz it’s taking time, I hope that’s alrightWith you

So just take it slow, and I’ll let you knowWhen I’m back on my feet

And I hope you knowThat no one deserves a girl like youAnd I only showThese feelings when I’m with you‘Cuz you’re one of thoseKind who will see me throughLord only knowsWhere I’d be without you

Under the blue sky, I can’t see whyYou love me…

Young Summer - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I remember when the days were longAnd no sad songsWere played on my guitar.

It was so easy living each day like it would never end.But then again, I was only sixteen,What did time really mean?

*CHORUS*Young summer, where have you gone?I haven’t seen you in so long.What a bummer that you had to end.Now all the time is lost, I had to spend…With you…young summer.

The beginning of June is when I got a tattooAnd now all it reminds me ofIs how autumn always comes to soon.

I was out of my head so I cut my dreadsAnd tried to turn over a new leaf.But in order to do that, you gotta cut down the tree.

*CHORUS*

I remember when the days were sadAnd all I had was my broken guitar,How I’ve come so far.

And look at me now, don’t ask me howIt came to be this way.I guess I could say, I owe it all to you.

*CHORUS*

Young summerYoung summerYoung summer

Brightside - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Melt the ice with just one touchWith hands like yours it won’t take muchSmile your eyes and wash awayThe dirt of a lonely dayThe dirt of a lonely day

*CHORUS*Sunlight shines through my eyesIt makes me want to findA bright side in my life

The glass is half full in my handRaise it high if you understandI can’t go on singing sad songsBut I know where my heart belongs‘Cuz I know where my heart belongs

*CHORUS*

Torn apart from ups and downsWorn away by this crazy townI know this won’t last for very longThat’s why I wrote this songThat’s why I wrote this song

*CHORUS*

Everyday I try so hardThis is what I’ve got so farA little bit of sunlight in my handI can see the bright side from where I amI can see the bright side from where I stand

Empty Hearted - Album {Stereo}

Take a good look aroundI don’t think I can help you muchAll you’ll find is some dusty old booksAnd pictures and so and such

I wish I could give you moreBut this is all I’ve got‘Cuz lovin’ a girl like youIs harder than I thought

*CHORUS*Empty hearted, please don’t be disappointedI’m sorry that it isn’t exactly what you wantedPlease excuse the mess while I’m under restorationI’ll be up and running in a couple of daysAnd I’d really like to offer a salutationBut no one ever really actually stays, ohOooh, empty hearted, oooh, empty hearted, oooh, empty hearted

Just give me a chance to fill this void in my heartActing like I’m doing okay is the hardest part

Don’t change for anyoneNo one can tell you who you areHold on to these daysThey don’t know that you’ve come so far

For you are the only oneWho’s living your lifeBut there’s a vacancyThat’s making me think twice

*CHORUS*

Empty hearted…

Wishing Well - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I know, time waits for no oneBut I wish I could turn backThe hands of timeAnd start over again

‘Cuz I feel, I’ve missed out onAll the good things in lifeAnd they tell me, that my day will comeOr so they say

*CHORUS*‘Cuz I fell down the wishing wellJust another wish blowin’ in the windBut I’ll keep making it over and over again‘Cuz I fell down the wishing well

Why can’t I make all the wishes that I madeIn second grade come trueThrowing pennies down the wishing well

This world keeps spinning round and roundAnd still I findThat something’s slowing me downJust a step behind the rest of the crowd

*CHORUS*

The snow is falling and already I wishIt could be summer againIt was so easy living lifeMaking sand castles with you

Firemen and cowboysThey never seemed all that fun to meI’m still trying to figure outWhat I want to be

*CHORUS*

‘Cuz I fell down the wishing well

Falling Apart at the Seams - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You never said anything to me,With the lights turned off I was stumbling about to see.Falling apart at the seams,Stop saying everything you mean.

Falling apart at the seamsI let go of everything,Except this string, that’s all that’s left of meFalling apart at the seams

Once I was put together well,No one could shake me if I fell.Now-a-days it’s harder than before,Gettin’ much more comfortable with the floor.

Falling apart at the seamsI let go of everything,Except this string, that’s all that’s left of meFalling apart at the seams

You took away my needle and my thread,Just a wound up ball at the end of my bed.I wish somebody took Home Ec. Please fix me up so I don’t look like such a wreck.

Falling apart at the seams I let go of everythingExcept this string, that’s all that’s left of me Falling apart at the seams(repeat chorus)Falling apart, I let go of everythingFalling apart, except this balled-up stringFalling apart, I’ve let go of everythingFalling apart, falling apart, falling apart...

I Used to Think of Her - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Well I find that things are fitting in place,But you’ll never notice.‘Cuz it seems that you would rather erase,Than to show it.

The little dent in my mindWhere you used to sit,Has popped back in timeSo get used to it.

I used to think of her,While falling asleepNow that I’m wide awake,It’s just fading memories.‘Cuz I used to think of herI used to think of herI used to think of herI used to think of her

Well I guess I haven’t thought it out,As how I should tell you.That I always kind of had a doubtThat this would fall through.

The little dent in mind,Where you used to sit,Has popped back with timeSo get used to it.

I used to think of her,While falling asleepNow that I’m wide awake,It’s just fading memories‘Cuz I used to think of herI used to think of her, I used to think of herI used to think of her…I used to think of her…

Stay Home Tonight - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

She doesn’t like to be alone.Always runnin’ away from home.Hangin’ on and hangin’ out,With the people she knows nothing about.‘Cuz a heart of glass always breaks in two,Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight,Don’t go outside, don’t go outside.‘Cuz the darkness of the night, Will soon be the darkness under your eyes.So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.Just stay inside, just stay inside.In the moonlight, your tears can hideBut in the morning, you’ll still be cryin’

The tears will fall again…

So you heard from word-of-mouth,That so-and-so was talking aboutThe things you did and the things you said,They aren’t the things that you know in your head.‘Cuz there’s more to life than just shaking hands,Take it from someone who understands.

So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.Don’t go outside, don’t go outside.‘Cuz the darkness of the night,Will soon be the darkness under your eyesSo, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.Just stay inside, stay inside.In the moonlight, your tears can hideBut in the morning, you’ll still be cryin’

The tears will fall again, oh you know they will, you know they will,you know they will. The tears will fall again and again and again and again and again…So stay home tonight, stay home. Stay home tonight…

I Saw You in My Mind - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I saw you in my mind,You walked through my dreams.Until the sunlight shined In and out you weaved.I tried to sleep you back,Into my head.Only to awake,To a tangled bed.

So I’ll wait…The whole day through, The whole day throughJust to sleep,And dream of you, Dream of you.

Now it’s the only place,I can see your face anymore.So I’ll dream…‘Til the sun hits my door.

And it seems, seems, seems Like it’s the only thing that I can do…Is dream, dream, dream…Dream, dream, dream of you.

Disappointing the Dancers - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

If you wanna danceThen maybe you should get in your car,And drive someplace real farTo another bar.‘Cuz all you’ll hear, hereIs just another songWith cliché lyrics, and broken spiritsAnd maybe just a little too long.

But I don’t blame you…For wanting something elseAnd if it’s all the same to you…Then I won’t be much help.Don’t misunderstandThe matter at hand.I’m not the enemyI may not be what you want,But I may be just what you need.

If you took a chanceThen maybe you would change your mind.About the other kind,I’m sure you’ll findAll in good time.That all you’ll hear, hereIs someone singing a song,With faith in heart that’s been ajarFor just a little too long.

But I don’t blame you…For wanting something elseAnd if it’s all the same to you…Then I won’t be much help.Don’t misunderstandThe matter at hand.I’m not the enemy.I may not be what you want, but I may be just what you need.If you wanna danceThen maybe you should get in your car,And drive someplace real farTo another bar.‘Cuz all you’ll hear, hereIs just another songWith cliché lyrics , and broken spiritsAnd maybe just a little too long.

You Could Be My Hat - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

If you were a hat I’d wear you on my head.I’d never take you off, unless you said.You’d block all the sun, and hide me from the snow.I’d hold on tight when the west winds blow.

Shelter me,Help me,This is my cryI hope you’re listening.I need you,More than you know,You could be my hat,I could be your coat.

When I’d get home I’d hang you on a rack.I’d never stray too far, and I’d always come back.You’d smell just like my hair, and look just like my shoes.If someone told me take you off, I’d refuse.

Shelter me,Help me,This is my cry I hope you’re listening.I need you, more than you know,You could be my hat,I could be your coat.

You could be my hat.You could be my hat.You could be my hat.You could be my hat.

The Other Side - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

One man gets rich, while the other stays poor.He’s taken everything but he still wants more.I’ll never cross to the other side of the road.

They say the root of all evil, is the love of cash,I guess that makes me good because my love will never last.Can’t seem to see the other side of the road.

How many walls do we have to climb,Until we find there’s nothing on the other side?Endless success will test the rest,But I’m not defined by what I posses.

Power and greed as far as the eye can see,I’d rather be blind than live in hypocrisy.That’s how the story goes, on the other side of the road.

How many walls do we have to climb,Until we find there’s nothing on the other side?Endless success will test the rest,But I’m not defined by what I posses.

That’s how the story goes on the other side of the road.Sellin’ their souls on the other side of the road.That’s how the story goes on the other side of the road.

Dead-End Lover - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You’re holdin’ on to your suitcase,You found a reason to stay.We don’t have to go very far,To find the same old place.

The illusions are in your head,Caught in a spider web.No matter how hard we try,Circles won’t get us ahead.

Words will break you downYou’ll forget, who you are.The splinter in your brainKeeps the blood from your arm,No point in waving goodbye now.Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,It ain’t worth it,Coming closer,To the end.Gotta let you go,On your way back home instead…

Words will break you downYou’ll forget, who you are.The splinter in your brainKeeps the blood from your arm,No point in waving goodbye now.Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,It ain’t worth it,Coming closer,To the end.Gotta let you go,On your way back home instead…Words will break you downYou’ll forget, who you are.The splinter in your brainKeeps the blood from your arm,No point in waving goodbye now.Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,It ain’t worth it,Coming closer,To the end.Gotta let you down,On your way back home instead…

Dead-end loverDead-end lover

Dead-end lover, getting closer, to the end.

Typical as Time - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Wasting away my time.Another day, another day goes by.I stretched it out like saran wrapOn a bowl of food.In hopes that it would stay goodAnother day or two.

It’s typical, typical, typical as time

Just when you think you have a moment to breathe,The same old whirlwind puts you back on your knees.

Doin’ it again, doin’ it again, doin’ it againDoin’ it again, doin’ it again, doin’ it again

Nothing new besides the days that passYear after year just as it always has.

Typical, typical, typicalTypical, typical, typical

It’s typical, typical, typical as time

It’s funny what we keep with us and what we let go But some things run too deep to ever leave the soul.

Leave it behind, leave it behind, leave it behindLeave it behind, leave it behind, leave it behind

Shake it out with the rest,The dust that collectsWill sit on the shelvesWith no one else.Shake it out with the rest,The dust that collectsWill sit on the shelvesWith no one else.

So, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out.

Cashed-out but I’m rollin’ on.Bright-eyed, flat-footed, head-strong.

Concede that deceit is defeat of belief And move on, move on.So long…

Shake it out with the rest,The dust that collectsWill sit on the shelves,With no one else.Shake it out with the rest,The dust that collectsWill sit on the shelves,With no one else. So shake it out, shake it out, shake it out…

This Time Around - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You’ve been waiting patientlyFor a serious response from me.Although I’d like to say some things,I’m sure they’ll come out sarcastically.

This time aroundI won’t fall down.A thousand times I’ve said these linesBut somehow always seemed contrived.I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the groundAnd I’ll be better…This time around,This time around,This time around,This time around…

I’m tryin’ my best to beat the restBut this contest seems to be meaningless.‘Cuz all the people that I meet Seem to think that faith is obsolete.

This time aroundI won’t fall down.A thousand times I’ve said these linesBut somehow always seemed contrived.I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the groundAnd I’ll be better…This time around,This time around,This time around,This time around…

Forget what you’ve done.You don’t have to prove to anyoneThat you’ve moved on, and things have changed.Now nothing will ever be the same.

This time aroundI won’t fall down.A thousand times I’ve said these linesBut somehow always seemed contrived.I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the groundAnd I’ll be better…This time around,This time around,This time around,This time around…

Discography

Falling Apart at the Seams, release date 01/01/2011.

Small House, released 11/21/2007

{Stereo}, released 9/24/05,

GUTBUCKET, 2012 (Brett's side project with Dave Kellan and Jake Krull) Gutbucket, self titled, and recorded live just won Review Magazine's Best CD Release for 2012.

Gutbucket Blues Band, self titled and recorded in 2000 with Brett (B.J.) on drums and vocal harmonies along with Dave Kellan & Jake Krull. (Available only by contacting brett@brettmitchellmusic.com.)

Liisten and purchase all the above at CDbaby.com or download through most digital services including iTunes, Amazon and Rhapsody.

Set List

The reason Brett MItchell & the giant GHOST is so appealing in the live show aside from Brett's engaging vocals, is due to his ability to shine on drums or acoustic guitar while singing lead, his incredible ability to play multiple instruments at the same time, the professionalism and talent of the band and Brett's eclectic taste in music. You'll hear covers that you love but other bands don't often play and Brett's originals are as requested as covers. The band is flexible as to the length of sets and can provide entertainment for 4+ hours. A typical set list, (Brett's original music is listed first) might include:

ORIGINALS:{Stereo}, Young Summer{Stereo}, De-frost {Stereo}, Goes My Way{Stereo}, Empty Hearted {Stereo}, title trackFalling Apart at the Seams, This Time Around Falling Apart at the Seams, I Saw You In My MindFalling Apart at the Seams, The Other SideFalling Apart at the Seams, Typical As TimeFalling Apart at the Seams, Disappointing the DancersFa